It’s one in the morning on Christmas morning, and I am working on this podcast. I, like everyone at this house, have a cold. Yet here I am. Dedication, wot? anyway, I hope you enjoy Batman and Wonder Woman in exciting Christmas situations.

This time, I’m presenting the podcast myself, as Krampus is recovering from a joyous Krampusnacht. We’re going back to basics with Christmas Origins, and you’ll be hearing a lot of cocktail lounge-style carols.

Yes, it’s Time for Turkey, as the lady on the radio says. Or rather, as all those made-up freaks on the food network say. Actually, to tell you the truth, I love Thanksgiving Live on the Food Network. Much better than the balloon parade. Just listen to my sermon on the podcast, and Keep Calm.

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https://mondodiablo.wordpress.com/2014/06/25/a-disclaimer-from-my-sordid-past/#commentsThu, 26 Jun 2014 01:58:05 +0000http://mondodiablo.wordpress.com/?p=1213]]>I hate admitting the crap I put out there on the internet in the 2000’s. But one piece of crap I need to avail myself of is Stefan Molyneux.

Molyneux was/is a Market Anarchist who had crowd-sourced podcasts that bordered on guruship. Stefan and his followers. Now, Francois is not a follower of anyone, but they did become internet acquaintances. We had him on the Hellbound Alleee show, and later on we would have these epic long conversations with him.

And that’s where my relationship with him ended. I don’t know what he said, but I was so angry it made me sick to my stomach. I told Francois I didn’t want to be associated with him anymore, and after that, Franc disavowed him–well, actually, he got banned from his show. Then market anarchy became socialism and feminism, and then Molyneux started doddering on about how feminism destroys everything, and so do women. I don’t know why and I don’t care.

So please, forgive my trespasses. Forgive my trespassers, or whatever. I compromised my own values for that of my husband who, Thank “Bob,” has mostly come around. I’m too old to be playing those kinds of games. You would forgive me if you lived with him. That man is a gem, a treasure, a husband whom when you come home from work and see a mess, says “no, no, you lie down here on the couch. I’ll take care of it.” That’s the kind of guy you wanna keep, even if he changes his political views now and then.

As a secular society, we must strive to never be lax in our language, and have a firm understanding of what we mean when we utter the dreaded phrase “Happy Holidays,” Bill O’Reiily thought he had a Checkmate, Atheists moment when he gleefully pointed out that there are no holidays until Christmas. We poor, poor atheists would therefore be fools to use this greeting. To say the word Christmas should sting like a thousand bees upon our tongues! Well, fear not, oh Godless ones, for there is another sacred day. And that day is Solstice, you dumbass, O’Reilly. Oh and then there’s…